Different Drummer
I marched to a different drummer.
We marched round quite a bit.
Upon my soul his drum did roll,
as we marched into the pit.
I marched to a different drummer.
His cause I did extol.
Now he’s climbed out on top of me,
and left the drum down in the hole.
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Thanks a bunch Suzanne Hafer
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Thanks a bunch Joyce White
Thanks a bunch Joyce White